Before you wonder whether the boy in Mexico because only a camp moves to the next, "NO". This camp was here last weekend and had nothing to do with the organization Siijuve. It was organized by the nuns in our home and thought for the children. Elias then come along and I asked, and our weekend was to spend with the children.
At first I was hanging still a missed opportunity (free monday, long weekend) travel to, in hindsight, but it was definitely the better choice.
The photos you can look at you in Picasa: PICASA PICTURES
Friday lunch are Elias and I still hectic with Pablo (Elias host brother and my contact person) went to his grandparents in San Cristobal to let us borrow a tent, because we did not appear in a comfortable sleeping with a dozen 12-16 year olds packed tent. Around 4:30 we went off. With two cars (Micro, the large Volkswagenbus is called, and the Nissan Pickup, where the bikes were transported).
A word about the bikes, we have 19 bikes. Of these, 18 do not always operational, since anything was missing or was destroyed. Earlier this week I began to repair the bicycles. The problem was, first, that there is no money for new tubes, but on the other hand, wanted to lend me his tools no. I asked Don Julio already last week to be mold, after which he again each day only "mañana" (Engl.: "Yes, yes I do tomorrow") answered (typical Mexico!). The nuns are very hesitant when it comes to lending is what I can understand, because the kids want to touch everything and often can not assess whether it could go wrong. In the end, but I had enough tools together and had the right words at hand, could start then.
All week I've felt like a mechanic and diligently repairing bicycles, which proved to be a pleasant alternative to working with the children: one just looks right results! A nice feeling to go home at night and can be borne in mind that some bikes more work again.
I play in space.
Friday were thus 12 completed. Unfortunately, the camp reached only 9, so I made the mistake of someone else to entrust it to put the bikes on Saturday to camp ... If one does not do everything alone ...
further in the text: The best thing about driving in a crowded bus, I had a seat. You can also mention that (tpyisch) once stopped the paved road, suddenly all "casi llegamoooos!" (We're almost there) shouted. Objective way, was the Villa Morne, a Salesian project for adolescent girls that is outside of Tuxtla. But it is still far from finished, what you can see from the pictures I hope.
The program included games and sports but also countless hours of singing (of Don Bosco), role-playing (via Don Bosco and his friends), prayer, Mass and stories (via Don Bosco, who suddenly discovered the holy light). Since I am not religious, presented for me a proper test of patience dar. .. For all those who still do not know who Don Bosco (1815-1888) is: He is a saint and founded the Salesian Order in 1876 in Italy.
winning photo (left to right: 1.Samy, 2.Rubiel, 3.Carlos, 4.Erasmo, 5 Samuel)
photos of the bike race that I had organized. Although Rodolfo Mendez, a hole in the head has worn it and I had to carry him quickly to Sor Carmen, who has trained as a nurse, it was a great success: the kids had a super lot of fun and it was for them something extraordinary. One notices this, that are happy, the smile never otherwise expressionless and always look like Miguel Angel Morales (pictured here).
did Saturday night we made a campfire, where the children could grill marshmallows and was at the dance later, and sung. I would like to mention that the nuns have organized the whole camp really great, though, clearly, to her taste.
short on religion:
Is it good if the children are asked by a nun over MEGAPHONE "Will you ?!?!", all be saints all shouting back in unison, "Yeah!" and the repeated, until at last the mitbrüllt?
no question that the kids will by faith, where a support in life without the many, because of their sometimes difficult past, perhaps less rightly come Such methods, as I have witnessed this weekend, I think, however, is excessive and can not make friends so it seemed to me like this:.. the children are (as in the computer image advertising) of the head open, funnel in, Don Bosco behind and then on Sunday after the final Mass, the head clogged up.
Every song that plays for the children at the camp was presented at the same time a hymn to Don Bosco dar. Every story, which the children heard was about Dob Bosco, alternatively, by Domingo Sabio and other people who met Don Bosco and to which he pointed the right way. Every song that the children sang acted, by Don Bosco. The most vocal and I was still at the most present, for example, "Don Bosco Amigo (ooo), Oh Don Bosco". Of course, singing for the children's great to hear stories and role-playing also be fun. Only I will ever clearer that they unconsciously through this playfulness of Don Bosco and the Catholic faith be taken totally and the whole can oppose anything. You learn, after all do not critically engage with him or God.
One more time: This is not meant to criticize the education of children. I describe only my impression.
Sunday was the camp over and then we went back together. Overall, it gave me a lot of fun and my line to the kids just got better. If I were a believer, the rest of me might have made fun.
it well and then to
your Ben
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